Incarceration

By DJ

Could have, would have, should have been on the streets, on my feet
Looking out my cell window like damn, I’m so far from a street
Staring at the wall like this isn’t where I should be
In the visitation room just looking at my beautiful niece
When I call home just talking and thinking like that’s where I should be
When they call my name at mail call, you should see the smile on my face, just the happiest as I could be
Under the jail if I die in prison I know that is where they’ll bury me
When pencil meets paper, my hand lets out the real me
When I read, I travel to every place but Southeast

Inner Strength

By BH

As a product of his environment,
He could not read nor write,
Designed and programmed for destruction,
Thoughts of suicide haunted him at night.

As a product of his environment.
Incarcerated overnight
Afraid to give up, he decided to fight

Six years later a GED, Paralegal diploma and
An Associate’s Degree in Business Management
He found life.

As a product of his environment
He took flight.

Tears of Hope

By LG

Dedicated to Free Minds Volunteers

Poetry bleeding from my instrument
Staining my canvas for years
Generosity pouring from my peers
Transforming my hope into tears

It seems like it was just yesterday
When I realized this wonderful gift
Ever since I opened my present
My life has taken a shift

When your desire for something is strong
The manifestation will come to pass
Uncontrollable emotions
As you say to yourself, “At last”!

Cursed since my incarceration
now blessed and highly favored
Indebted to a Free Mind
This taste will forever be savored

After a finished masterpiece
I step back and stare in awe
All thanks and glory to god
For a talent I never foresaw

Eager to encourage the world
I humbled myself with joy
With passion to strengthen the weak
Into a fortress no one can destroy

It’s hard to express with words
But thank you for giving me hope
My tears describe my emotion
As a brilliant kaleidoscope

My Cell

By DH

It’s in my blood, the trait of the drug
Sickled wit love for a cause that causes y’all laws
To disease young souljas 
I’m trapped in this nightmare and praying for closure
But then I see nightfall 
Then my environment slowly breathes quiet 
And dark thoughts in my mind coldly creep quiet
I’m replaying the scenes that generations have seen
A past unshorn, while my father’s genes
Fit his boy like compression
Oppression of my bloodline before the Great Depression
My blood cells got invaded by their cancers 
Genetically I’m strapped though, like Baking Soda’s Arm & Hammer
This virus…which provokes mental breakdown 
But rules been that if you get down you stay down 
That’s why I got up with the sunrise 
And pretty soon I’ll be walking across the gun line 
The gun line boss…you tried to lock me in that cell for life
It’s in my blood and my cells gon’ fight 
The hell in my cell 

My Passion

By IS

The passion I have for writing is a feeling of peace and tranquility
The desire to inspire myself ambitiously
A sense of freedom without actually being free
Unlocking my chains with this poetic key
Exceeding beyond this feeling of imprisonment
My mind directs these orchestrated sentences.  Read More